JiNKiES

by Bearded Morrison

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about

After noticing and feeling a mutual appreciation for one another's musical tastes, Benjamin Riseman and Christopher Estrada began jamming and playing guitar together. the results of their creative minds, lust for music, and ingenuity is Bearded Morrison's premiere EP, JiNKiES.

credits

released 10 February 2011

Ben Riseman - Vocals, Guitar
Chris Estrada - Vocals, Guitar

All Lyrics by Benjamin Riseman and Christopher Estrada

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Track Name: San Francisco Bay
I've got nothing important to say today,
because I don't know anything.
Wind blowin' lightly on the trees today;
there's green and brown all around.
Lookin' for the road to my happiness,
but I keep getting caught up in all these tournabouts.

I've got nothing left to give away;
I think I'll move to San Francisco Bay
Everyone around here is so damn fake,
just waiting in line for their slice of cake.
Everyone's on a journey to find their happiness,
but they keep getting caught up in all these roundabouts.

This road has no beginning or end.
Pleasure will always fuck you, my friend.
Track Name: JiNKiES
What do you mean, I don't know
What you say, it does not show what you're thinking

Your expressions are always the same
I just don't know what kind of game that you're playing

Every time I ask a question
There's a question on your face
I wish that you'd just leave it alone
And not even leave a trace
I said not even leave a trace!

You think I care what's on your mind?
Then act like I'm just wasting all your time and ignore me

What you want and how you feel
You always speak with so much zeal and then you bore me

Every time I ask a question
There's a question on your face
I wish that you'd just leave it alone
And not even leave a trace
I said not even leave a trace!

Stop trying to force these conversations
I don't care about your aspirations; I just want to be left alone!
Track Name: Knowing's Half The Battle
the Daze went by like an empty freight train;
Swooshin' past my head in a hurry like a hurricane.
My heart's on fire so i keep on burning my body...

They say time flies, but I'm watching it crawl;
Stressin' to avoid all the John Q. Laws;
The powers telling me I've been acting too naughty...

Force feeding me fiction when my hunger's been quenched,
Steppin' on my soul, and killin' the vibe.
I could get up in the morning if i let their voices subside.

Chorus:
I can't be dead, because my lungs are still breathing;
I can't be silenced, because my voice is still ringing,
Through the liberated loons of San Fran Bay,
Not selfish white or greedy black but mostly grey.
Self-assumed stolid goons believing that they're Judas;
Self-confused solid fools believing you wouldn't do this.

The days are fair with their pale blue skies,
Heads strollin' through the sun just lookin' for a high;
One walks up and simply asks, "Do I know you?"

Wildflower weirdos wanna fight the man with love,
but the only love I'm seeing is the love for the gun.
What's even worse is their dependence upon TV and cocaine!

I considered his request and politely said, "No."
He gave an awkward stare and then began to show
That the man is shrewd and only trying to control you.

Chorus:
I can't be dead, because my lungs are still breathing;
I can't be silenced, because my voice is still ringing,
Through the liberated loons of San Fran Bay,
Not selfish white or greedy black but mostly grey.
Self-assumed stolid goons believing that they're Judas;
Self-confused solid fools believing you wouldn't do this.

Chorus 2:
I can't be silenced, because my voice is still ringing;
I can't be stopped, because my lyrics are still leaking,
through the youthful minds and dirty streets of San Francisco!
through the truthful minds and dirty streets of San Francisco!
through the youthful minds and dirty streets of San Francisco!
through the truthful minds and dirty streets of San Francisco!